Surprisingly, not only was the little beach under water, but so was the wall halfway up to the first step on banks of the Greta, downstream of the park in Keswick. That didn't stop us having a quick look at Newlands Beck, but that was looking too lumpy to bother with and so it was back to Keswick and, having dropped motor behind the climbing wall that used to be, Paul and I headed toward Threlkeld and the usual get-on.
The white mark on the bridge that signifies minimum level for paddling during November and December was out of sight, at a guess 3 or 4 inches underwater, so we jumped on with the river running at a tidy lick. I'd like to think that this was a realistic level and any lower really not worthwhile.
There were a team of open boaters ahead of us and a group of 4 kayakers jumping on as we left; hope they all had a good run, enjoying the sunshine as we did. Also - green insulating tape does work a treat for keeping a dressing in place in the wet. Far better though not to head-butt the car while brushing sausage roll crumbs off your paddling kit; the blood gets in your eyes and just isn't a good look!
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